Singe’s eyes narrowed. “Fuck off, Fangs.” Then the big guy turned back to him and gave him another of those toothy smiles. “Ignore him, Copper. He’ll be in hiding by sunrise. But I’ll still be here, looking after your needs.”

“Wouldn’t you rather someone look after your needs in private?” the other guy asked. “I’m Magnus, by the way.”

Singe’s nostrils flared. “I have a room!”

“Y’all! Hey. Chill the fuck out. Everyone needs to take a deep breath, remember that there’s a steak coming, and that I’m not…well, okay, I’m fairly fucking easy and relatively easy fucking, but let’s be nice.” He hadn’t just learned to wag his tail yesterday, after all.

Singe took a deep breath and one hand slid along his back. “My apologies. Food is good.”

“Mmm. I’ll have a glass of the mixed red,” Magnus said. “An appetizer.”

Singe ignored Magnus, focusing all his attention on Copper and Copper had to admit, that was a pretty incredible focus. “We were talking about not being alone.”

“Yeah. I’m not used to it.” And he didn’t like it, not one bit. His kind was built for groups and touching.

Biting.

Lots of biting.

“And I come down to avoid it. I would like to not be alone with you.” Everything Singe said sounded weighted, deep. It was probably the voice.

“A bit clumsy, Singe,” Magnus said. “But sexy.”

“Totally sexy.” Copper sort of wanted to lick them both, just to get to know them, possibly to spread his scent a little bit.

What?

Scent was important.

Magnus rubbed shoulders with him, grinning just enough to show fang. “I’m so much better at biting than he is. He has serrated teeth.”

Singe pressed closer from the other side, one arm going around his waist possessively. “I’m here to fuck, not fight, but that doesn’t mean I won’t fight if pushed. Besides, who gives a fuck what you can do with your teeth? We both know I’ve got the biggest… tool here.” Singe pressed his lips against Copper’s ear. “And I know how to use it. You won’t be disappointed with my meat. Steak first, the rest after.”

Copper blinked, then grinned as he felt an answering heat pressing along his spine, Magnus’ erection like a matching brand.

He chuckled softly, caught in the middle of an approaching storm, which was more than fine with him.